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Omnibus: Whistle and I’ll Come to You (Jonathan Miller, 1968)

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Joy Sullivan, “Before”, Instructions for Traveling West

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 Franz Kafka, from a letter to Oskar Pollak [tr. Frederick R. Karl]

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Omnibus: Whistle and I’ll Come to You (Jonathan Miller, 1968)

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— Roland Barthes, A Lover's Discourse; Fragments [translated by Richard Howard]

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Mary Oliver, March

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Moodboard

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spring is coming. Spring IS COMING. You will stand on soft grass again, and feel the sun kiss your cheeks and shoulders. you will eat of the same berries as the animals returned from their hibernation. you will hear the air alive with your collective breathing.

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— Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

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How Animals Mourn

Anguish by August Friedrich Schenk † The Dead Miner (Mourning the Master) by Charles Christian Nahl † The Faithful Hound by sir Edwin Henry Landseer RA † The Orphan. A Memory of Auvergne by August Friedrich Schenk

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—Andrea Gibson, "Good Light," Lord of the Butterflies

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; entry no. 102

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“He had looked at Jude, then, and had felt the same sensation he sometimes did when he thought, really thought of Jude and what his life had been: a sadness,he might have called it,but it wasn’t a pitying sadness; it was a larger sadness,one that seemed to encompass all the poor striving people, the billions he didn’t know, all living their lives, a sadness that mingled with a wonder and awe at how hard humans everywhere tried to live, even when their days were so very difficult,even when their circumstances were so wretched.Life is so sad, he would think in those moments. It’s so sad, and yet we all do it. We all cling to it; we all search for something to give us solace.”

- A Little Life,Hanya Yaganihara.

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“How fast,how distressingly fast, had their instinct for fear been reawakened, the fear itself a virus that lay dormant but that they would never be able to permanently dispel. Joyfulness, abandon: they had had to relearn those, they had had to re-earn them. But they would never have to relearn fear; it would live within the three of them, a shared disease, a shimmery strand that had woven itself through their DNA.”

- A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara.